If only I could insert little "song notes" to indicate that the title of this post was from a lyric. That song by Tom Petty has been running through my head today. The thing about trying to conceive is that is runs in 2 week patterns. The first 2 weeks of my month, I am free. To drink alcohol, to renovate the House (i.e. be exposed to paint fumes, etc), and to use facial products containing benzoyl peroxide/salycylic acid/retinol. However, the second 2 weeks are sacrosanct. It's the behave "as if" you were pregnant time of each month. Goddess forbis that I unwittingly expose a potential, fragile blastocyst to environmental toxins.
Weird. After miscarriage number 2, I am more in tune with my cycle and the passing months than I EVER wanted to be.
In other, more pleasant, news: I received my first grant. It is small in dollars, but large in potential. My reproductive life is challenged, but my work life is golden.
I guess you can't have it perfect.
Peace.
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I totally know this feeling. Yes, it's been a while. Just so you feel better about it, attachment doesn't happen til about 2 weeks after conception. So that means little fertilized egg fellow-gal will not share your blood supply til after that. So if you accidentally have a glass of wine while carrying around a "through the goal post" egg (or two, in my case) the damage is minimal if none. :) So yes, you can minimize anything you can. But don't sweat the small stuff. Wear a funny MJ mask while painting. But you're more than the sum of your reproductive organs.
And again, Congrats on the grant! You Rock, girly.
Thanks!
Reproductively challenged + research scientist = pathologically analytical
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